Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.